driftfleet | 001 greendream

Who: Jojen Reed & you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: 7/3

[ The feed starts when deep green eyes open, they don't open to feel relieved or rested - they open with the same dark circles under them that Jojen Reed has had for far too long. The boy may have been asleep but he did not rest. In all honesty, he can't remember closing his eyes. It doesn't make him nervous, or at least it doesn't seem to, however. He's used to being so worn thin that blinking turns to rest. What the thirteen year old isn't used to is awakening in a room so odd looking, and on a bed he'd consider far more comfortable than any he's been on in a while.

The chill that reaches down and wraps around his bones is not one he is unused to either, but the coldness of the floor on his bare feet etches a languid frown in his features when they find the floor. He doesn't move for a long moment, simply observing his surroundings. ]

Meera? Bran?

[ His voice is quiet and cautious, almost like he doesn't actually want anyone to hear him. He isn't to die, not yet. Instead of pulling himself off the bunk, the boy glances down to the floor, observing its craftsmanship oddly but curious. Fear tinges somewhere deep under his skin, but he pushes it back, and instead reaches for his shoes - discarded by someone other than him - next to his bed. If he is going to be caught off-guard, he will not be doing it barefoot with the possibility of having to leave his shoes behind and trudge through snow again.

He just wants to go home. ]

Hello?

[ He isn't used to feeling like such a fish out of water, not when it comes to knowledge of the situation he's in. For someone who often looks aloof in even the most distressing situations, he looks young and confused. ]

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A ship? [ The way Jon spoke about it, at least it sounded like some sort of ship. ] What all is there to tell me?

[ Jon's may be carefully blank, but something tugs up at the corners of Jojen's lips, leaving a ghost of amusement on his face. ] Lord Bran and I are friends, I pledged my house to him - House Reed - as did my sister.

[ He'd be more worried about this turn of events if it weren't for the fact that he knows undoubtedly he got Bran where he needed him to be. ]

Plenty.

[But first--House Reed. Jon relaxes, then, at the mention of the pledge.] I'm glad to hear it. [Bran doesn't have very many friends, back in Winterfell. Or. Didn't.] I think he would be too, he's here. As are most of us--the Atroma seem overly fond of Westeros.

Curious. [ For someone who finds it curious, there is a distinct lack of questioning. ]

My name is Jojen Reed. [ Actually seeing him is interesting. But he'd recognise a Stark even if he had one eye closed and was blind in the other. ] The faith of Greywater is with your family. [ Jojen's eyes linger, simply watching. ] He's here?

Go ahead and ask, then.

[You can see the exact moment when Jon lets his guard down--at least, enough to crack a fleeting smile.] I'm Jon Snow. [Thank you, he doesn't say, but the way the tension leaves his shoulders says a lot in itself.] Aye, Bran's here. I think he'll be happy to see you.

[ That's one of the other wolves that doesn't seem to want to tear his throat out, that's a good sign. ] My sister wasn't far from me. Is she here with Bran?

[ The other questions he has, he can dream about. Wait -- he does have a second question. ] Do you have your wolf?

No, she wasn't. But she might come here--as I've mentioned, our kidnappers have grown very fond of Westeros recently. Mayhaps they'll take an interest in her.

[A moment's pause, as if caught off-guard, then:] No, Ghost isn't here. [There's a story behind that, behind the weight of sorrow and regret in his words, but he can't tell Jojen. Won't, in fact.]

[ No Meera. It's weird to be without her, she's always been sort of a protector to him. The nervousness that surges through him doesn't show on his face, instead he tries to listen to Jon's kind assuring words. ] Mayhaps. [ He can hope for it, or he can hope he'll have a dream to tell him. ]

Ghost. [ He says the name like he's checking the way it feels on his tongue. ] It must be a sad thing, being away from your companion. Tell me about Ghost, it may make you feel better.

[Best not, he hopes.]

He was much smaller than the other pups when we found them. Quieter as well--he still is, he never makes a sound. He'd wandered off before Robb chanced on the mother's body, hadn't made a sound when we found his siblings. [Unseen, a corner of his mouth turns up in a nostalgic smile.] But I found him.

[And I miss him.]

The runt. Left out compared to the others. [ There's something about that that makes Jojen look even more curious. ] It sounds as though the Gods wanted you two to find one another.

[ To protect each other. ]

And now, he's larger - what is he like? Brave, I imagine? Like you. Do you dream of him, here? [ Not "do you dream of him?" He made a small distinction because he has his suspicions. With Rickon and Bran. Deep green eyes watch Jon, unblinking for a long moment. ]

[Brave, I imagine, like you, says Reed, and Jon blinks, clearly taken by surprise by the compliment paid, though he rallies quickly enough. Jon's been brave before, the reckless sort of bravery that only a boy green as summer grass could display, and now that he's grown he imagines he's at least a little more cautious.

Then again--he remembers the knives.]

Silent as always. Smart, though, and good at finding things--he found a cache of dragonglass, once. [And then found Jon again, when they were separated.]

No. [Then, a gamble:] Not here, anyway. [There's an undercurrent there: but in Westeros? Yes.]

[ Jojen stares politely through Jon's shock, a ghost of his amusement finds his face again. Bran got his stupid shocked looks from Jon. Idly he wonders if Bran can see the similarities between himself and Meera, but those thoughts are gone as fast as they appear because Jon begins talking again. ]

Dragonglass. Beyond the wall?

[ But that's far more interesting, that Jon admits it, accepts what Jojen was fishing for and trusts him. If Jojen didn't trust the man already, that would have sealed the deal. He wants to feel out more of how the older Stark feels before he goes telling him he has greendreams. Jojen can imagine, someone who has been beyond the wall, who seems to know of his own wolfdreams, will believe him. ]

That's a shame. Have you tried?

Aye--there's a weirwood grove just beyond the Wall, where I swore my vows. He found it just nearby, but there wasn't much besides that cache.

[A shake of his head.] It wasn't something I could control very well. And I have--I had other matters to attend to, when I could do it. [There's a touch of bitterness there, try as Jon might to rein it in, to not think about how all that ultimately ended: with daggers in the dark, and the cold claiming him.]

That makes sense.

[ Jojen's eyebrows tug together, not missing the emotion, but if there are any questions on his tongue, it doesn't show on his face, instead, he speaks again, this time a touch softer, like he's trying to soothe a wounded animal. ]

We're not born with the ability to walk right away, and I imagine it would be a lot harder if it was frowned upon, wouldn't you?

If you would ever like to learn to control it better Bran or I can teach you. [ A friendly offer, one he certainly means. ] Just be careful, we wouldn't want you forgetting who you truly are.

[A shrug, and he lets that small matter of his death go for now. No need to tell Jojen about that, he thinks, not when he's only told two people so far yet.]

I'll keep it in mind. [It's not a complete refusal--but Jon can't help but think of the risks, of Bran lying unconscious in a bed for days.] But without Ghost here, I don't think I'd be very good at it. [That's a good excuse, right?]

[ Look, Jon, Bran didn't know what the frick he was doing. ]

I think you would. You've been good at everything else you've done. [ Sorry, bro, he's creeped on you a little in his dreams. ] People will think awful things about what you and Bran can do, but people often think a lot of silly things.

[ He offers him a softer look, not exactly a smile, but it's a step up from the stoic solemn look or the look he gets like he knows something the other person doesn't. ] I understand your hesitance though.

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the tentative friendship i never knew i needed

ikr what is this feeling so sudden and new

Jon ur befriending a 13 y/o hobbit

who else is he gonna befriend also WELP

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